The Boss' Whore

[curiousscouser]

All feedback or constructive criticism welcomed, thankyou!



I was feeling confident as I sat at the table, secure of my position as the golden girl of the organisation, the rising star, unmissable and undeniable. I was the only woman round the table with 15 men, but I was confident enough to take them all on and more besides. I caught my manager’s eye and brought up my presentation on my computer, so it displayed on the media wall at the front of the boardroom. Getting up, I smoothed my skirt over my narrow hips, tucked my long blonde hair behind my ears, licked my lips, and then, once I was sure I had everyone’s attention, delivered my blistering presentation.

Yes, maybe I was using my sex to gain an advantage in the workplace, but the way I figured it you had to use whatever advantages you had to get ahead and stay ahead. It's a dog eat dog world and there were a million more guys snapping at my heels. I look hot, why shouldn't I use it to make sure all eyes are on me? Although I’m only 5’2", slightly built with smallish B cup boobs, I was wearing killer heels and a wonderbra, and I knew that in my tight fitted suit and low-cut camisole I was a knockout.

I made my presentation, answered the standard inane questions, and sat back down. While the men debated my point I started to get bored – my proposal was the only reasonable one and I knew it, so I didn’t bother to concentrate. Instead I called up a sexy story I’d been writing to send through to my crush of the week. I could feel myself getting turned on as I wrote the most depraved scene I could imagine, basing the female character obviously on myself.

Gradually I became aware that conversation had ceased and all I could hear was uncomfortable clearing of throats. I looked around the table to see everyone looking either at the screen or at me, and I realised I’d left my laptop attached to the media wall so everybody could read what I’d written. Hurriedly I took it off the screen, knowing it was too late, my face crimson and my hands shaking. I couldn't believe I’d been so idiotic, but I knew I couldn't back down if I was to come out of this with a shred of authority left. Instead I slowly looked round the table, meeting the eye of every man in turn, daring them to comment. After a couple of very tense moments everyone backed down, and conversation resumed. I was mortified, but wouldn't show it, hoping nobody could see my hands shaking or notice my legs trembling under the table.

The meeting drew to a close and everyone gradually wandered back to their desks, until it was just me and Ian, my boss, left. A small smile was playing across his face, and I knew I was in trouble. I have always had a great relationship with Ian. Slightly flirty, if truth be told, but I know that he has always respected my drive and the results I have achieved for him. "My office, now". I knew I’d have to face the music, and have always preferred to get the unpleasant things out of the way quickly so I can savour the more pleasurable parts of my job, so I picked up all my files and my laptop and trooped after him. As we passed my desk I put my laptop down, but kept the files hoping nobody would realise I was going to be told off, maybe even formally disciplined.

As I said, my relationship with Ian has always been a flirtatious one; I have often caught him watching me, and as I got to his office I came up with my plan. Allowing me to walk ahead of him, Ian locked the door behind us and reached over to shut the blinds. He walked round his enormous desk, and just as he was about to sit down I "accidentally" dropped my files. I made a big deal of it, bending over and picking them up slowly, giving him a good look down my top, really putting on quite the show for him. I heard him move, and I knew that what I was doing was having an effect.

My breath caught as big hands spanned my waist. I hadn’t realised Ian had come behind me, engrossed as I was in showing my breasts to him. I stepped back slightly to grind my buttocks against him, before collecting my files and trying to stand up. I felt the warm weight of one of his hands on the small of my back, putting enough pressure on it to keep me bent over, before he ran his other hand over my bum to my thighs, feeling my stocking tops and suspenders through my tight skirt. Suddenly my confidence deserted me. This was meant to be my game, my plan, and the thought of it being hijacked had me nervous and flushed.

"Ian, what are you doing? Get your hands off me! I’ll report you for this". The whole time his hand was stroking me, and as he laughed softly I realised that I was moving against him, responding to his stroking.
"I think it’s time you showed me some respect Kim. From now on you will address me as Sir, OK?". Mortified, I tried to move away. Impatiently he shoved me forward so I was bent over the desk, then he lay across me with his hands either side of my head, grinding his erection against my arse. "You will answer me when I ask you a question Kim, OK?".

I was incensed. I couldn't believe Ian, the boss I'd had such a good laugh with, the friendliest face in the office, would do this, and I started to struggle. Holding me down with one arm, his elbow digging into my back he tugged my skirt up over my hips, exposing the slutty underwear I’d worn – a black lace thong and matching suspenders, sheer black stockings with a deep red lace top. He rubbed a finger between my lips and it came out wet, I heard his low chuckle as he pushed it in front of my face. "Tell me you don’t want this… look how wet you are, filthy girl". He ground his now obvious erection against my arse, and I could feel the heat of his hardness even through his clothes. "It’s OK, I’m feeling it too, feel what you do to me, how hot you make me. I’m going to fuck you good girl, make you scream before I’m done".

I never intended it to go this far, and I was mortified that he would know I was turned on. Maybe I'd never really looked at Ian properly, he was my boss after all, but the sheer size of the man suddenly became obvious to me and my stomach clenched in nervousness. I knew I didn't have a hope of fighting him off, and the knowledge so outraged me that I started to struggle in earnest, yelling at him to let me go. "So… my little slut needs discipline? Shame to mark such a perfect white arse, but I can’t let such blatant disrespect go unpunished. I’m going to spank you until you apologise. I want you to say ‘Sir, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be a better slut’. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you Ian, get off me, this isn’t funny you know".
I yelled in shock as he slapped my bum hard, his hand spanning the entire cheek, a dull thud of pain fading to a stinging burn. He paused a second, then hit the other cheek. There was another small pause, and then he started to laugh. "It’s only going to get worse Kim. You can’t get away, so you should just give in and say it".

I shouted in anger. No way was I going to let him win on this, no way was he going to get away with manhandling me like some wayward schoolchild. I was an adult and I was a professional and the company had harassment policies to prevent this sort of thing happening. As I started to picture myself bringing the wrath of HR down on Ian's smug face my tone changed to a more insulting one. "You filthy sick bastard, let me up this minute you pervert".

Suddenly Ian stopped everything, and lay across my back to let me feel his full weight pressing me into the desk, making it difficult for me to breathe. He whispered gently into my ear "That’s fine, I’ll just call HR. You were writing porn on a works computer, you’ll be sacked, but that’s not my concern. Your call.".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but in a sickening jolt of realisation I knew he was right. Everyone saw what I was doing, if he wanted to he could have me escorted off site immediately with no further questions asked. I realised I had no power to stop this unless I was prepared to lose my job. Having been sacked from my last two roles for insubordination I couldn't afford to have another blemish on my record; I'd been lucky enough to find this job and another sacking would make it impossible to get a decent role. I became more conciliatory, wheedling almost, feeling all my power ebb away and desperately trying to come up with a new plan, my mind reeling. "Ian, I really need this job. Please, let’s work something out. There has to be some way to resolve it."

"There is. You’re lying across my desk, my handprints on your arse. Do as you’re told and you get to keep your job. Be disobedient and you don’t. It’s quite simple, I assure you".
I thought about it for a second, and realised that infuriatingly he was correct. I couldn't bring myself to speak, so acting on the premise that actions speak louder than words I dropped my head to the desk and moved my feet apart, giving him better access to my wetness. When he was sure I wasn't going to struggle he stood up, and grabbing my bum cheek with one hand he landed the hardest blow yet, sending a thud of pain through my body, making my core ache with the sting.

"I’ve said OK Ian, I’ve told you I’ll do it. Please, there’s no need to hit me"
"Have you said what I asked you to Kim?" *smack* "Have you?"
I couldn't remember what I was supposed to say. My mind, my greatest asset, failed me completely and remained determinedly blank, and Ian started to spank in earnest until my whole bum was burning and I was shaking with pain and desire. "Ian, I-"
"Sir, in public, in private, in the office from now on. Sir"
"I’m sorry Sir, I can’t remember what to say"

A pause, and then he sighed in exasperation, his breath brushing my neck to send a shiver through me as he bent down to murmur in my ear. "Fine, repeat after me. Sir, I’m sorry"
I hesitated for a second, knowing that once I said the words there was no going back, then I steeled myself and in a voice barely higher than a whisper I repeated "Sir, I’m sorry"
He threw his head back and laughed in joy at my submission, at having beaten me and broken my will. "I’ll try to be a better slut".
"I’ll try to be a better slut"
"Good girl, say it again"

My face was burning, an ominous pressure behind my sinuses suggesting tears were threatening, but I was soaking wet and my hips were moving against him as I repeated in a stronger voice "I’ll try to be a better slut".
I moaned as I felt Ian ease his hard cock into me, and couldn't help more noises escaping as he pulled his hips back only to swing them back into me, moving faster and harder as he used me. It was too frantic to last long, and he bit my shoulder before growling "again, louder"

"I’ll mph… try to be mph… a better slut"
He let loose then, hammering away at me, pulling my hair, slapping my tits, shoving brutally into me. "Scream it slut, cum for me"
I screwed up my face as I screamed "I’LL TRY TO BE A BETTER SLUT SIR, OH GOD!". I started to orgasm around my manager's cock, grunting and moaning, and he grabbed my hips to shove all the way into me as his hot cum spurted deep within me.

There was nothing but our panting for a moment, then as he pulled out he wiped his cock across my crimson arse before fastening his trousers. I stood up on shaky legs and tried to rearrange my clothing, adrenaline coursing through me and making my hands tremble. "So, shall I come to your house tonight then my whore?"
I was taken aback, I thought this was a one-off, not to be repeated, and I said as much to him. "Oh no, a whore gets paid for sex. If you’re taking an ongoing salary I expect this to be an ongoing arrangement"
"But I’m not a whore, I’m not, you took advantage of me and you know it"
Ian laughed loudly before gently slapping my face. "You just fucked me to save your job. You had sex for money, and that makes you a whore. Don’t fight it, revel in it. You’re a hot fuck and it makes sense to do what you’re good at".

He unlocked the door and pushed me out, and I knew all the men in the office could smell my sex and had probably heard me screaming. I looked back at him, unsure, even as I could feel a combination of my wetness and his seed running down my thigh.
"Take the rest of the day off Kim, and consider that a warning".
"Yes Ia… Sir" I heard myself say as I scurried away, humiliated beyond belief but knowing I'd never had such a powerful orgasm before, and knowing I would repeat the experience if he did turn up at my house.
"Good girl. I’ll see you later".


All afternoon I sat at home thinking about what had happened. Half of me wanted to go to HR; surely his abuse of me was far worse than my writing erotica in work. Even as I thought it I knew it would achieve nothing except for getting us both fired. As I stepped into the bath I winced as the hot water hit my tender bum, then laughed at the idea that Ian would show up at my door. Then I realised it wouldn't be altogether unwelcome if he did. I couldn't order my thoughts, didn't know what I wanted, and it left me feeling vulnerable. I've always been the girl with a plan, I've always known exactly what I wanted, yet I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted to see his big masculine body on my doorstep, on my sofa, in my bed, looming over me with his erection in his hand... As my thoughts drifted I allowed myself a momentary admission that I did enjoy sex with him in all his wild uncontrollable dominance, then I forced my mind onto other topics, not entirely unsuccessfully.

At 7pm I sat in my nightshirt in front of the TV and I jumped as the doorbell rang. As I opened the door I knew my face must have looked a picture of shock as Ian casually strolled past me, taking his coat off and draping it over the banister before turning to face me. "Cat got your tongue my whore?"

"Ian, I didn't think-"
"No, you never bloody think, that's your problem. So damned cock-sure in work, teasing every man in there to get your own way, thinking you're such hot stuff. I intend to fix that, fix you, you understand? And if you don't like it... well, you know the number for HR. Although, judging by your screams this afternoon you'll have a hard job proving anything that happened wasn't more than consensual on your part. Who'd have thought you were such a fucking dirty whore?"

Grabbing my hair he dragged me through to the dining room, my scalp stinging so much I didn't dare struggle. He then removed my nightshirt, leaving me naked and vulnerable before him. Taking his belt off he wrapped one end round his hand, letting me know the price of any disobedience. I allowed my head to drop to show him his message had been received, but a part of me couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have that leather belt used on my buttocks, to feel the deep heat of its lashes. I realised I was trembling only when Ian gripped my upper arms with his hands, digging his fingers into my soft flesh. As I looked up I thought he would give me a little reassurance, but instead all I saw was grim determination.

"On your knees my whore"
I obediently dropped to my knees even as part of my brain started screaming at me, questioning why I would kneel before this jumped-up office Hitler. Ian then removed his clothes slowly and methodically, the way he did everything. He folded them carefully and piled them onto the dining table, until eventually he was as naked as I was, his cock already hard. When he was sure I was watching him he moved his feet apart and turned his back on me. "Lick my arse Kim, you filthy whore".

I recoiled, disgusted that he would think I would do something so depraved. Ian turned back to face me and made sure I saw him pick up his belt once more. Instead of whipping my buttocks as expected he suddenly brought the leather down against my tender breasts. The crack of the blow made me jump, it was so unexpectedly loud. Initially I didn't feel the pain and just as I started to relax, thinking it would be bearable, he struck two more blows. His aim was better for the follow-ups, and the pain rushed through me in a wave of agony. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the pain if he continued, and as I started to cry and beg him to stop he turned his back again, leaning slightly forward. "You know what to do then Kim, don’t be shy now".

I crawled forward and pressed my face to his cheeks, breathing in the earthy smell of his arse, before tentatively reaching out and touching the tip of my tongue to his rim. "For gods sake Kim, let me bloody feel it, or do I have to whip you again? Get your tongue deep within me, come on".

I pushed my tongue deep into his arse, recoiling from the taste and the humiliation of having to do this, and I heard him moan "mmm… much better. Now keep it right there, as deep as it is". Just as I was wondering what he meant by that, he walked forward, making me shuffle on my knees to keep up with him. I wanted to cry in shame, crawling round after him with my tongue buried in his arse. I’d never felt so degraded.

Ian reached the table and stopped, leaning down on it with one hand. He told me to put my hands on his cock, and to both our amazement I willingly did so. I was surprised to feel the size of it, the hot hard heaviness of it, the softness of the skin moving over the hard core of it. He reached his free hand down, and gripped my hands tight around his shaft, moving them back and forth, forcing me to wank him while I tongued his arse. His reaction was so strong, I couldn’t help but get a bit turned on by both my unaccustomed humiliation and his obvious enjoyment. I fastened my lips around his anus and sucked softly as I tongued him, and in response his hand moved mine faster on his cock.

I was enjoying it so much I was a little disappointed when he pulled away, saying "that’s enough for now whore, I have other plans". I was tempted to beg to continue, and then as I realised what I was about to say my face flushed crimson again. How had I become so depraved in one day? Taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs, sitting me on the bed like a child while he rifled through my wardrobe.

He pulled out all my clubbing clothes, holding up each item before deciding whether or not it would suit his purpose. The dress he chose is one that I’ve only ever worn once, when I wanted to look trampy for an ex. What little there is of it is silver, and a metallic fabric that slides over my skin and makes my nipples hard. It is a minidress that reaches just below my crotch if I don’t make any movements, backless to the top of my arse crack, spaghetti straps leading to a V neck low enough to show the skin between my breasts. It is an indecent dress, never worn out of the house, and I cursed myself for having kept it and not put it in the charity bag.

"Very nice Kim, very nice. There is obviously no way you can wear underwear with this though, so I should make sure you look your best". Walking over to me he pushed me back on the bed, before lifting my ankles over his shoulders and bending his head to my pussy. He ran his tongue all the way from my arse to my clit, and laughed as my body jerked in response. He did it again, a little more firmly, then sucked on my clit, nipping at it gently, loving that I started to groan loudly. He started to lick and suck it in earnest, and I could feel my cunt grow damp. He laughed when he saw my juices, my hairless pussy meaning that they spilled out everywhere, all over my lips and onto my inner thighs. His laugh was a bark of triumph, and I felt my face grow crimson with embarrassment even as my chest flushed with arousal.

He pushed two fingers into me, rubbing them against my G spot, causing even more juices to flow. He started to finger-fuck me, delighted at how responsive I was and how wet I got, making a damp spot on top of the duvet. Just when I thought he would push me to climax he took his hand out and wiped the wetness down my thighs to my knees. Looming over my naked body he took his cock in his hand, just like my earlier bathtime fantasies. Working his hand quickly, stroking his shaft firmly he soon moaned as his seed sprayed all over my stomach. He used the head of his cock to smear his cum, before rubbing it in with his hand, pushing his sticky fingers into my mouth for me to clean. Greedily I sucked at his fingers, hoping that now he had climaxed he would allow me the orgasm I was craving. My hopes increased as he removed his fingers from my mouth, cupping my face gently.

"Up now Kim, you have work to do". Shaking with need, I forced myself to stand up, and meekly allowed him to dress me over the cum on my skin. Gradually though my mind took in what was happening "But Sir… the dress is too short, you can see that my thighs are wet".
"Well observed my whore, that’s how I want you".

I was crimson with embarrassment, but allowed him to slip the shoes he had chosen on to my feet. When I saw the shoes my heart sank still further. It was a pair I had often laughed at, calling them my stripper shoes. Platform soles with a 5" heel, Perspex, with black leather straps that work their way up to my knees, emphasising my slender calves. As he fastened them I couldn’t help noticing that they made my legs look much longer, and immediately I started to feel sexier, more desirable. He saw my face, noting my pout, and tutted softly. "Yes, I almost forgot. Stay there and close your eyes".

I obeyed, and stood dressed like the cheapest of whores, listening to Ian rummaging on my dressing table. I wanted to look, to see what he was doing, but I didn't dare. I heard him move and then flinched as he touched my eyelid. I could feel him stroke my eyelids softly and realised he was applying makeup. I didn’t move until he had finished, and then he led me to the mirror before telling me to open my eyes. When I saw myself I was horrified. I was unrecognisable, coated in heavy slutty makeup, dressed like a whore. I looked like a whore, like I should be walking the streets fucking all comers.

"Yes, my whore, take a good look. Don’t you look a pretty little whore? Finally everyone can see you for what you are". Ian took his phone and took a few pictures of me, and tears sprang to my eyes at the thought of him having a record of this, of me looking like this, acting like this, witnessing my degradation. "Oh no Kim, don’t smudge your face, that’s my fourth favourite bit of you. Want to guess what the top three are?". He laughed cruelly, and I forced myself to be calm, shutting off my emotions. I knew I could walk away, but I knew he was vindictive enough to have me fired if I did. If I was to keep my job I had to take whatever he gave and blank out the emotions. Just like a real whore would, I reflected.

Ian led me down to my car in my garage, and I still didn't protest. I didn't say a word as he drove to the woods, even though I knew it was a popular dogging spot. I imagined people coming over to watch him fuck me, thinking I was a whore, and although I burned in shame I wouldn't allow myself to show anything as he parked the car, turned the engine off, and turned the interior light on.

Within minutes a man approached the side of the car. He was in his early 20s, quite attractive, and he came round to talk to Ian through the window. I couldn't hear what was said as both men spoke in hushed tones, but I was surprised when the stranger came round and opened my door. I looked at Ian, and he smiled and nodded. The man helped me out of the car and pushed me face-down over the bonnet. I stared at Ian through the windscreen, wondering when he would come out to stop events before they went too far. As I bent over I knew my wet slit was clearly on display, dripping with juices, the lips puffy.

The man moaned, and roughly shoved his cock deep into me. I cried out in pain and shock, and Ian smiled to hear it. He was saying something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I realised Ian was urging the man to ever rougher usage when he reached round and twisted my sore, bruised breasts. I started to cry in earnest, and Ian leaned forward so his face was only a few inches from mine behind the windscreen.
"Be a good whore, make me proud"

Ian was clearly enjoying my humiliation, and suddenly the humiliation faded as I began to find the whole thing arousing. It is freeing to know that you can do whatever you want, be as filthy as you want, and nobody will be shocked because you’re just a cheap whore. I moved back against the man, pushing a hand between my legs to rub my clit. Ian broke into a broad grin, and taking his phone out again, he started to film me being fucked.
"Other hand, finger in your arse. Do it!"

I hesitated for a second, but then pushed two fingers into my arse, still rubbing my clit while the man furiously rammed into me. I felt his cock swell and I knew he was going to cum in me. I didn't care that he wasn't wearing a condom, I wanted to feel him shoot deep within me, and the idea pushed me over the edge. I screamed loudly as my orgasm hit, jerking and shaking, throwing my head back, looking into Ian's eyes the whole time. I came over and over again, I couldn't stop, and the orgasm was so intense I could barely stand it. I felt the man shoot deep within me, jets of hot sperm coating my slick channel, and it triggered another orgasm for me.

As the stranger pulled his spent cock out of me and stepped away I couldn't hold myself up, and I slid off the bonnet, landing on my knees on the floor. I watched the man fasten his limp cock into his trousers before he walked back to Ian's window. As I knelt in the dirt with his sperm dripping out of my abused pussy I clearly heard him speak to Ian. "Thanks mate, there you go. Best fiver I ever spent".

[Twistedsister]

not bad, keep em cumming.

[MaxDemian981]

Very Good story

[ELaken-Palmer]

Delightfully nasty. A very hot story. I sure enjoyed it.

[maxcelluk]

Excellent story hun, keep it up

[watermouse]

excellent story; please keep writing

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

not bad, keep em cumming.

Thanks for the feedback - much appreciated!

Originally Posted by MaxDemian981

Very Good story

Thankyou honey, and thanks for the encouragement

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Delightfully nasty. A very hot story. I sure enjoyed it.

I'm very glad you enjoyed it, thanks for commenting. I certainly enjoyed writing it!

Originally Posted by maxcelluk

Excellent story hun, keep it up

Thankyou, I'm glad you like it!

Originally Posted by watermouse

excellent story; please keep writing

Thankyou for the feedback, I do value it.

[generation_canal]

Who is the real boss in this story? Right from the start, the secretary is portrayed in a position where SHE has control over the crew of men and over what they see.

the Boss's whore = the Boss IS a whore.

[okieblueyes]

Very well done , please continue

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by generation_canal

Who is the real boss in this story? Right from the start, the secretary is portrayed in a position where SHE has control over the crew of men and over what they see.

the Boss's whore = the Boss IS a whore.

Never thought of it that way, thankyou!
This story was based on a fantasy that I had in my last contract. I was leading a project and was chairing a very dull meeting when I decided to amuse myself by typing an email to my ex. As the email got progressively filthier I thought to myself how lucky I was that none of my reports knew what I was doing, and then I got to thinking of what would happen if I was careless and everybody found out.
I don't believe my manager would have spanked me, but we had such a great and flirtatious relationship that the thought quite appealed to me.

Thanks for your interesting feedback honey!

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by okieblueyes

Very well done , please continue

Thankyou for your feedback

[bigdaddyD]

Pretty good

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by bigdaddyD

Pretty good

Thankyou!

[beninabox]

I enjoyed this, thank you.

[kingbombastus]

I enjoy it a lot Good character and sense of action.

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by beninabox

I enjoyed this, thank you.

Thankyou, I aim to please

Originally Posted by kingbombastus

I enjoy it a lot Good character and sense of action.

Thanks for the feedback, glad you liked it!

[Waza27]

Excellent detail. Love it, keep it going.

[JrodMcGoo]

very well written, you english is great, very good choice of words and the story followed a nice smooth plot. Will be reading any story that you write from now on, guarinteed for sure. It turned me on and i didnt even touch my self at all.

[nataliex737]

soaking......wet
Keep em up

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by Waza27

Excellent detail. Love it, keep it going.

Thankyou, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Originally Posted by JrodMcGoo

very well written, you english is great, very good choice of words and the story followed a nice smooth plot. Will be reading any story that you write from now on, guarinteed for sure. It turned me on and i didnt even touch my self at all.

Thankyou for the compliment, I'm happy you liked it

Originally Posted by nataliex737

soaking......wet
Keep em up

Thankyou, glad you enjoyed it

[x_Blac]

love the story

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by x_Blac

love the story

Thankyou, glad you enjoyed it!

[youngcas211]

And very fucking sexy.

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by youngcas211

And very fucking sexy.

Why thankyou!

[MaxEvil]

loved it...

[PriscillaSabina]

Very interesting story!

[unclesam2739]

Never thought of it that way, thankyou!
This story was based on a fantasy that I had in my last contract. I was leading a project and was chairing a very dull meeting when I decided to amuse myself by typing an email to my ex. As the email got progressively filthier I thought to myself how lucky I was that none of my reports knew what I was doing, and then I got to thinking of what would happen if I was careless and everybody found out.
I don't believe my manager would have spanked me, but we had such a great and flirtatious relationship that the thought quite appealed to me.

Thanks for your interesting feedback honey!

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by MaxEvil

loved it...

Originally Posted by PriscillaSabina

Very interesting story!

Thankyou both for commenting, happy you enjoyed it

[lynx247]

Great story, wonder what happened the next day when they went into work?

[jenniferd]

ohhh! this story enraged my hormonal to sex. If any one shay to sex with her partner then he/she must ready this story.

[FUCKEN MONA]

nice story

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by lynx247

Great story, wonder what happened the next day when they went into work?

Mmmm... a nice thought to play with, thankyou

Originally Posted by jenniferd

ohhh! this story enraged my hormonal to sex. If any one shay to sex with her partner then he/she must ready this story.

Thankyou, glad you enjoyed it!

Originally Posted by FUCKEN MONA

nice story

Thankyou

[tigerrr]

very nice story - I can use some of that for rp...awesome!

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by tigerrr

very nice story - I can use some of that for rp...awesome!

Thankyou honey; enjoy yourself!

[Hellishly]

Excellent tale cs.
Which woods though? Storeton or Eastham

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by Hellishly

Excellent tale cs.
Which woods though? Storeton or Eastham

Thankyou
As to the woods... Eastham, nice big dimly-lit car park and a biker pub on the doorstep

[Hellishly]

Dogging in the woods and cold beer on "tap"

[steve47]

wow that is so erotic and sexy,You gave me the hardon ive ever had....thank you so much

[BabyBella]

Very hot. I love stories like this. Is there more to come?

[Marvin65]

Such a sexy story. I hope that there will be more.

[proud1950]

That was great. I really enjoyed it. Would love to hear more.

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by steve47

wow that is so erotic and sexy,You gave me the hardon ive ever had....thank you so much

Originally Posted by BabyBella

Very hot. I love stories like this. Is there more to come?

Originally Posted by Marvin65

Such a sexy story. I hope that there will be more.

Originally Posted by proud1950

That was great. I really enjoyed it. Would love to hear more.

Thankyou for your very kind comments, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[hardoneforgirl]

very hot, you should continue on with this story, the possibilities are endless.

[fizzy11]

I loved this story. Hope you continue.

[timfree]

Great erotic story. Will there be a continuation?

[flirtyandy]

mmm very hot, u have a wonderful imagination curious

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by hardoneforgirl

very hot, you should continue on with this story, the possibilities are endless.

Originally Posted by fizzy11

I loved this story. Hope you continue.

Originally Posted by timfree

Great erotic story. Will there be a continuation?

Thankyou for your very kind comments. I do have some ideas for a second chapter but I never seem to get round to writing it
I'm very glad you've enjoyed it so far though, thankyou for reading.

Originally Posted by flirtyandy

mmm very hot, u have a wonderful imagination curious

Thankyou honey, glad you enjoyed it!

[nadoknar]

that was a great story, and written really really well

thank you, enjoyed it immensely

[curiousscouser]

Originally Posted by nadoknar

that was a great story, and written really really well

thank you, enjoyed it immensely

Thankyou Nadoknar, that's very kind of you!

[ahorsewithnoname]

Gotta' say I thought it was great too! My first time reading it. Glad it resurfaced! Excellent job. You should enter the CAW competitions.